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Showing posts with label thief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thief. Show all posts

Sunday, November 5, 2017

Another Crazy Person Strikes Again




I wonder if all this killing will ever end.  I suppose it won’t.  There are way too many sick people out there.  Are any of us safe anywhere anymore? 





Now we have a shooting in a church of all places.  I’m wondering why someone in this latest event didn’t tackle this guy and not give him time to reload his gun several times.  Yes, it’s dangerous, but there are brave souls out there too who will take on the crazies.  We live in such frightening times.

The scary thing is we probably pass these people every day and we don’t even know it.  How could we when most of these people look as normal as anyone else.  They could exist anywhere and something could happen at any time in the most unlikely places.

We all need to be as vigilant and aware as we can be of everything and everyone in our surroundings at all times.




When I was at work yesterday there was a suspicious person hanging about with a backpack.  He was clearly not a shopper and had no shopping cart.  He lingered in corners pretending to look at merchandise and then made his way to the meat counter.  My first thought was that he was there to steal something.  He kept a tight grip on that backpack as if it held something valuable, but it looked pretty flat and empty to me.

I couldn’t leave my station so I alerted another employee who was collecting empty boxes.  He sent management over to talk to me.  I have no idea how this situation turned out.  The man eventually meandered out of my range of sight.  I was too busy helping customers to try to keep an eye on him and find him again.  I did give a full description to management though, so they kept an eye on him, I hope.

It didn’t occur to me until later that he could have had a gun in that bag.  My gut was telling me that something was just not right with him.  But more than likely he was a thief.